Monday, February 9, 2015

Dorothy's Been Dead

Dorothy's been dead
for 76 years.
I don't suppose it matters that her light bill was late--
does it, dears?

Dorothy loved the flickers 
and dime store rings.
She worked in a stitchery til it turned her fingers rough--
for hardly anything.

Her parents spoke German.
Dotty spoke jazz.
At the last moment, she looked straight into the lens--
a look to last,

and it has. 



Sherry Blue Sky said...

Pow! As powerful as her gaze.

Susan said...

I believe this, though I don't recognize the lady. I see the jazz and the daring gaze and I want to tell her I see her!

TexWisGirl said...

a peek into her life - just a few words conveyed so much.

Cloudia said...

you are a special instrument vibrating to reality and exposing others to it!

ALOHA from Honolulu

Grandmother (Mary) said...

She spoke jazz and stared stright into the lens, so the light bill didn't matter at all.

Outlawyer said...

Great pic and clever poem! I just love her hair, and her jazz speak. Thanks, Shay. K. (manicddaily)

hedgewitch said...

The brevity here seems to underline both Dorothy's short life, and her full personality, expressed so eloquently in both her(and your) 'language' and that look.

Mama Zen said...

This is just cool, Shay.

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Shay. I agree with Cloudia's comment. You are someone very special.
Luv, K

Sara said...

I love your take on these old pictures. Once again, in four short verses you've told me a story about this picture and this woman.

You made me really look at her and think about her life! That's impressive:~)

my heart's love songs said...

"Dotty spoke jazz." perfect!

love this photo! i want the top of my hair to look like that!

Paul said...

Dorthy's eyes look both hopeful and lost all at the same time